Sum

I see

Radius wrapped around an eye

Somehow differently

Your smile, your face

The mysterious anatomy

Of your fading-felt embrace.

I never knew the numerals

That gnaw – the knowing of the know

I fall only at peripherals

 To which you sigh, and stop, and slow.

I’m slurred, my speech yet urging after

Every word’s wan witless wastes

To which rings the room in raucous laughter

Guides the guise of my disgrace.

Page prickles under compass point

The tributaries wrought to replicate

Are simply slimed to streaks of two

Red and blue, aligned in fate.

I never knew the categoric

Clawed clasp of crass cerebral hug

In which I breathe, in blind, euphoric

And count until my number’s up.